Chapters Author's Note
Hi there, Michael Alan Keenan here! The idea of this story came to me, as I was sitting there just drinking a Dr. Pepper. Literally, I had nothing else better to do. I was kinda inspired by some events that happened in my life just a few months ago, although this isn't really accurate, but I need to do something about it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and find this story alright. If it becomes more than that, we'll go from there. Other wise, unto the story!
Friday (Part 1)
"Ugh, what time is it?" I groaned as I laid in bed, still half asleep. It had been a long night, not that was a problem, I always stay up late. No, the problem was the fact that I forced myself to stay awake as I had to finish a project. A very important project to myself, as it was a gift for my best friend Sunset Shimmer. I flipped over and looked at my phone. "One thirty... wow I really pushed myself last night didn't I?"
I slowly crawled out of bed, grabbed some clothes from a hamper, and stumbled my way to the bathroom from the messy bedroom. After turning on the shower, I ran back to the room to grab my phone and Bluetooth speaker. Turning it on, I selected a playlist to listen to . Stepping into the shower, I began to sing as I lathered myself down with soap. As the song progressed, I was playing my air guitar and acting as if I was in a live rock concert. After the song ended, I was done with the shower.
After getting dressed and ready for what the day would bring, I decided it was time to get something to eat. Looking in the fridge, I realized that I hadn't been grocery shopping in a while, so I didn't really have any food. "I guess I'm going out to eat," I said to no one in particular. "It's a beautiful day anyways. Might as well go for a walk as well." Before heading out the door, I grabbed my speaker, as I would be needing that later on today.
Bleep bleep bleep my speaker rung out, as it was turned on. I connected my phone to it and picked a song . As it played, I walked downtown to find a restaurant. I couldn't help but sing along to the classic Kiss song. It was, in fact, a very beautiful day. Kids were outside playing, cars were driving up and down the road, and other people were out walking around Canterlot City. Some of the other pedestrians were giving me strange looks as I was singing, but I didn't care, I was in too good of a mood.
I rounded the corner to the main street of the city. I stopped and thought to myself on what I wanted to eat. "Hmmm... let's see. Subway? No. Sonic? Not in the mood. Ugh, I hate McDonald's." As I was to caught up in I thoughts, I absent-mindlessly bumped into another person. "Oops, sorry there Shy."
The one I had bumped into was none other than Fluttershy. "It's quite alright, Michael," she said with a gentle smile. "What were you doing right now?"
"Oh, just looking for a place to eat," I explained, "Why? Do you have any suggestions?"
"Well I was getting ready to go to lunch with the girls. Want to join us?" Fluttershy asked me with her soft, caring voice.
"Sure, I can't find a place anyways. Besides, I have great news I intend on sharing with all of you."
"Oh, and what would that be?" She asked me, clearly I had sparked her interest.
"You'll have to wait and see," I smirked. Fluttershy only rolled her eyes. She and the girls were used to my antics, not that I have done anything wrong. As I turned off the speaker, I found myself curious of where the girls were meeting for their lunch. "Where we eating anyways?"
"You'll have to wait and see." I raised an eyebrow but couldn't help smile as the shy girl had been sarcastic with me. I had to admit, Fluttershy had come along way since I had first met the timid girl. As we walked down the street, she couldn't help but notice that I was humming, clearly a tune that was unfamiliar to her. "Um.. Michael?"
"Yeah Shy?"
"What is that song you are humming? I've never heard it before." My eyes shot open. 'Oh no. Crap. Now I have to tell her. ' "What is it? Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry..."
"No it's alright Shy," I interrupted her. I sighed. "There is a reason you have never heard that song before, no one has."
"Wait, did you, write a song?" Fluttershy asked curiously.
"Actually, yeah, I did. But not just a song, but a song for a special someone," I smiled as I looked up to the sky.
"Oh, and who is that?"
"I can't tell you."
"Oh okay," she smirked. "It's for Sunset, isn't it?" My face blushed. 'How did she find out? ' "I take that as a yes." I gulped. I couldn't say anything.
"Y...Yes?" I felt so nervous, I was literally shaking.
"I figured as much." Man, for a girl that is really quite and kind, she can be evil when she wants to. "Can I hear it?"
"H... Hear what?"
"Your song. I want to hear your song."
"Um..." I looked away. I really wanted to share it, but I wanted everyone to hear it at the same time. "I'm sorry Shy, but no."
"And why not? Your not embarrassed are you?" She really does look evil right now, doesn't she.
"No, I just," I tried to find the right words. "It's just this song is really special to me, and I want everyone to hear it."
"Everyone will hear it, I just want to hear it first."
"I mean at the same time, Shy. It wouldn't be as special. Besides, I'm not ready." I said as I kicked a pop can.
"Alright Michael, I see." Fluttershy looked a little disappointed.
"Hey, don't get sad on me. I'm not trying to be mean here, but I really want the first time I perform it, to have Sunset hear it." I explained as sincere as possible. "I mean, it is for her after all."
"I guess your right." She tried to smile at me, then she looked up and saw that we were at our destination. "We're here!"
"Huh," I read the sign above the door.
Mozzeralla's Kitchen
"Looks good enough."
To Be Continued...
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. "Excuse me, sir?" I lifted my head to see the same waitress who had been serving us had stopped at my table.
"Y-yes?"
"Are you done with your plate? You've been sitting by yourself for at least forty minutes, and you haven't ate anything."
"Um..." I looked down at my food, still haven't been touched since I received it. "Can I get a to-go box? I'll just take it home with me."
"Of course, I'll be right back." The waitress left, and my head thumped down on the table again. 'Forty minutes? I've been here by myself for forty minutes. Okay Michael, enough self-loathing. ' I pulled out my phone to see what time it was, and it was only 2:30. 'Huh. I guess it is time for me to get going.
The waitress soon came back with the to-go box, and handed it to me. After a quick exchange of thank you's, and stuffing my food in the styrofoam container, I made my way to the door. Walking out, I was greeted by the sound of birds chirping, cars zooming by, and other sounds of the city. I turned on my speaker and waited for it to connect once again.
I selected my song, and began to wander down the street, wondering what I was going to do next. Yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to the lunch with the girls, and what Rainbow almost did to me. 'Me and her are going to have a serious talk later on. ' Before I knew it, the song had ended; and as I went searching for a new one, I came across my own song that I had written. A thought made its way into my head, and I began to brainstorm. 'I think I know a way to make this song perfect. It'll take a little hard work, and some charm, but I'm pretty sure it will work. '
I turned my speaker off, and went to my contact list on my phone. When I found the person I was looking for, I swiped right to make the call. 'Hopefully he answers, let alone agree to my plan. ' After a few rings, the call was collected as I heard a familiar voice speak.
"Hey, Michael. What's up?"
"Hey, Flash. Not much. What are you doing?"
"Nothing at the moment. Why? You wanna hang out?"
"Eh... more or less. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to play guitar. If you can't, that's alright, but I thought I would give it a go."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. I was beginning to wander if Flash was going to tell me no, but then he spoke. "Okay, sure. When do you want to start?"
"As soon as possible, if that works for you?"
"Yeah that works. Where do you want to meet up?"
"How about your place? If I do it at my place, one of the girls may hear me."
"You're afraid of the girls hearing you? Why?"
"I'm not afraid of them hearing me. It's just that want I wanna do has to stay a secret. I'll tell you the details when I come over."
"Alright, well, see you when you get here."
"See ya bro." I hung up the phone and started thinking it over. 'Man, I'm finally gonna learn how to play guitar. This should make the song even more perfect. Switching the speaker back on, and choosing another song, I made my way back home to drop off the food. Afterwards, I jaunted over to Flash's house.
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Flash Sentry was always the cool guy back in high school. He was a in a good band (not the best, but still sounded pretty good), drove the awesome car that every guy wanted, and had that kind of charm that could sweep any girl off their feet. I had always envied him for those reasons; but he was a great friend, always looking out for me, and helping me out.
I always knew that Flash would do good for himself in the future; but I never knew that him and his band, Canterlot High's self-titled "Misguided Intellectuals", would ever make it to the big time. And not like what you would think. They actually got a standard gig every Saturday night at the local bar, something else that I envy.
As I walked up the pathway leading to his house, a good sized one that was painted royal blue, I saw that he was sitting on the steps inclining to the front door. "Hey bro. How's it going?"
"It's going alright."
"That's good," Flash got up from his spot and walked over to me. "So you really want to learn how to play guitar, huh? Gotta say bro, it took you long enough. I was starting to think you said 'forget it' and move on."
"Really? You know me better than that, Flash. I would never give up on trying to make it into music." He ruffled my hair and laughed.
"I know. Now, what about this 'thing' you want to keep a secret from the girls?"
I hesitated for a second, before remembering the reason I had asked Flash to teach me, besides the point of just learning. "Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't tell the girls."
"You have my word, bro."
"Okay. Well, you see, I wrote a song last night."
"Whoa, really? That's cool. Can I hear it?" Flash's comment threw me off for a bit.
"Well, not to be rude, Flash. But I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told the girls. I'm not ready, and when I am, everyone will hear it."
"Oh, well that's alright little bro," Flash said with a smirk.
"Little bro? You know I'm older than you, right?"
"I know, it's just, your like a little brother to me."
"I know, I know." I had to admit, Flash was kind of a role model for me, but not by much.
"Now, let's get you started on your lessons. I'll teach you in the garage. Mom don't like me playing in the house." I snorted as soon as he said that. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just, well..." I couldn't help but laugh at Flash. "For someone that is so 'cool', I just think it's funny that you still live with your mom."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, Flash. I'm just poking fun at you." Flash shrugged his shoulders and we laughed as we entered the garage. He grabbed his guitar, and started strumming.
"Now I'm gonna start by teaching you the basics. You ready?"
"Totally." 'Finally, learning time. ' I grabbed myself a guitar, and we went straight to work.
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A few hours after my lessons with Flash, I started my journey home. It was starting to get dark out, but the sun was still sitting on the horizon. I walked down the familiar path back to my apartment. I had just made it up the steps of the apartment duplex, making my way to Apartment 13 (a fitting number me) when I saw someone leaning on the railing. It was hard to tell who it was at first, but as I got closer, crimson and gold colored hair began to stand out.
"Hey Sunset, what's up?" Sunset, who had just finished a cigarette, flicked it out to the ground below. She then turned her head and glared at me. She didn't say anything, but instead tried to pierce me with that cold look that I haven't seen since our junior year in high school when she was 'The Alpha-Queen-Demon-Bitch' as everyone liked to call her. "Is... is there something wrong?"
"Yes, Michael. There is something wrong." She hung her head, as if she was disappointed.
"What is it? Did something come back through the portal? Something so terrible and strong, that there doesn't look like a happy ending?" Sunset sighed, then glared back at me.
"What were you thinking?"
"What do you mean?"
"What were you thinking when you said those things about me? Huh? What gives you the right to say things like that?"
"Wha... What are you talking about, Sunset?"
She got right in my face and stared me down. "I get that you are lonely, and you are tired of being a virgin. I get it. But that does not give you right to say those things about me. What you said hurt me. You made me feel like a whore, and now everyone is looking at me like I'm some kind of slut!" She turned away from me.
"Sunset, I..."
"No, Michael. I don't want to hear it. Don't talk to me. Don't try to call me. Don't even text me."
"What?"
"Just go. Leave. I don't want to hear you, or see you. You have lost all my trust."
"What are you talking about, Sunset? I never..." But that was all I got to say, before something slapped me hard across my face. I reached up to where I was hit, then looked at Sunset, who was seething with anger. Her face was all red, and she was breathing very rapidly through her nose.
"I said I don't want to hear it, Michael Alan Keenan," she said through clenched teeth. "Now before you make me do something I'll regret, I suggest you leave, now." She turned on her heel, marched over to her apartment door, and clutched the door knob. "And I don't want to hear any music at all coming from your apartment, inside or out." She opened the door to her apartment and slammed it behind her.
All I could do was just stand there and stare at her door. "What the fuck just happened?"
To Be Continued...
Author's Note
Well, here it is, chapter 3. Took awhile for me to get here, but now, we finally made it to the beginning of the fight. It can only go down hill from here, as a certain bacon hair is being stubborn. Damn. Right in the feels too.
Oh, and did I mention there would be cussing? If I didn't well, that's my bad. But I feel as if it helps drive the story, as the cursing helps show the heat going on between me... I mean... Michael and Sunset.
Until next time...
"Rock On, Party Hard, Live Long!"
Thump.
"FUCK ME!!"
Applejack gave me a quizzical look as I slammed another empty mug down on the bar. "You alright there, Sugarcube? Is there anything I can get you?"
"Another beer, please?" My eyes were red, as was my face. I had drank enough, but I still felt like I needed more. "I could use another one."
"Eh, how about a water there? I mean, not even I drink that much." I shot a glare at Rainbow Dash, and she quickly recoiled. "I'm just saying. Too much, and you're gonna get sick."
"Oh what do I care?" I exclaimed as I threw up my hands. "Everything has already went to shit!"
"What happened between you two anyways? Earlier today, everythin' was fine with you and Sunset."
"Ugh...." I really didn't feel like talking about it, but needed to get it out of my system anyways. "Give me another beer, and I'll tell you."
". . ."
"C'mon. Just one more. That's all I need."
"You don't need anymore, that's the problem." Applejack took my mug away, shaking her head. "You need a water."
"Ugh.. fine. I'll take a water then."
"Gladly." She walked away, carrying the empty glass with her. She came back with glass of water. "Here ya go, Sugarcube."
"Thanks," I grabbed the cup, and took a sip.
"So, are you gonna tell us, or?" Dash asked.
"Well, took sum things up, Sunset is pissed with me." I retrieved a red and white box out of the pocket of my leather jacket. Pulling out a cigarette, I put it in my mouth and lit it with my Zippo.
"What fer?"
I sighed again. "I'm not sure, but I think it has to do with her feeling like a whore?"
"A whore? Sunset? No way."
"I guess?" I took a drag off the cigarette.
"How? I mean, I don't see why she would feel like that." Dash pondered for a second. "Unless...."
She gave me a huge smirk. Applejack saw this, and immediately put two and two together. "Dash..."
"What? What am I missing here?" Unlike the young blonde standing behind the bar, I was completely clueless.
"Unless," Dash paused impressively. "You already had Sunset." I had to think for a couple seconds. What could she possibly...
Then it hit me. My face instantly went red, some of it was embarrassment, but most of it was anger. Fuming, I looked the blue girl straight in the eye. Her rose eyes shrank to pinpricks when she saw the look on my face. "Dash, you got five seconds to take that back. Or so help me God..."
"What? They way you make it sound like, you did accomplish getting her in bed." My face went redder, and if one looked just the right way, they could see small streams of smoke and steam escaping my ears. "Okay, okay! I take it back! Jeez!"
Dash's apology still wasn't enough to satisfy me. "Dash. I've had enough with you and your crudeness."
"Oh come on. You can't tell me you've never wanted her in your bed... OW!!!" Applejack punched Dash's shoulder hard.
"That's quite enough, sugarcube. Don't you think you've added enough damage to Michael's pride?"
"Well he's had to think about her like that. I mean, come on! He's a human being!" My arm took a swing at Dash this time, but in my drunken state, I somewhat missed. Instead of hitting her right shoulder, I faltered, and hit her right eye. Both girls went silent immediately. Panting, it took me a few seconds to process what I had just done.
"Oh God... Oh Dash.. I'm... I'm so sorry.. I.. I didn't mean to.." Rainbow stopped me right there. One hand covering her eye, she tried to swing at me with her left, but the cowgirl stopped her mid-punch.
"Dash," she said accusingly, "Don't. Just. Don't." The jock glared at me, then at her.
"And how come?! He punched me!"
"It was an accident! I swear!" I tried defending myself. "It wouldn't have happen if you would of just shut your big mouth."
"I agree with Michael. It wouldn't have happen if you didn't." Applejack tutted. "Besides, Michael is drunk. He can't really control himself."
"Exactly." I crossed my arms as I made my point. "Wait a second." Both girls looked at me. "I resent that! I can control myself!!!"
Applejack gave a light chuckle. "Not so much. Just look what you did to Dash." I looked at said girl, and I cringed when I saw the damage.
Dash then looked at me, and started laughing herself. "Heh. That was actually a somewhat impressive punch you threw there."
I was bewildered. "Really?"
"Yeah." She smirked, but quickly recoiled. "Ow. It really hurts."
"Hehehe... serves you right. Though I am sorry for it. I really didn't mean for it to hit your eye."
"Oh don't worry about it. Here, as an apology," She slapped some money down on the bar. "A round for the two of us. What do you say AJ?"
"Uh.. I can't drink while I'm on the job RD. You know that."
"I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Michael."
"No. No more alcohol for him."
"Oh come on AJ. It's just one more beer."
"E'nope."
"It's fine Dash," I patted her shoulder. "Applejack's right, I shouldn't have anymore to drink."
"But..."
"Tell you what, you can buy me a drink next time. What do you say?"
"Ugh. Fine. Next time."
"Alright. Now, anyone want to give me a ride home? I don't want to walk home like this."
"You're scared, aren't you?" I looked at Dash, expecting a grin, but instead, she looked serious.
"Kinda. I don't wanna be yelled again." I tried not meeting her eyes. "I kinda want some back up, you know, just in case?"
"Yeah, I get ya. After that little show today, I don't blame you." She gave me a knowing look. "C'mon, I'll take you home." Dash got off her bar-stool, and started staggering to the door.
I questioned her. "Uh... Dash? You sure you can drive? I mean, your kinda drunk."
"Pfft... Don't worry about me."
"Actually Dash, I'm worried about you. Not that you would crash, likely. But you could get pulled over."
She looked back at me, and had to think of it.
"I can shut down the bar early, and drive you two home."
"Mmmmm... Nah. We'll walk."
"Okay, but what about your car?"
"Hey AJ? Mind if I leave my car here for the night? I'll pick it up in the morning."
"Alright Sugarcube. You just be safe."
"Will do. Will do."
"See you later, Applejack!" I waved.
"See ya."
